can we sit with the broken?
palms out, catching tears
before they drop, pop and roll
into archives of Autumn
can we sit with the broken?
in forever fields of Spring
soothing scents of
hyacinth, honeysuckle
sweet grass tickles
and the taste of tolerance
A Quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub. Our 44 word poems must include the word
“pop”.
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